Poem for the Moment…in Time

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There’s always

a little right with wrong. There’s always

a little sadness with song. Joy and pain pattern

the sky…That is why we never know why…

tomorrow will be the same.

Keep a strong frame…

Refrain…

Gain…

try

again.

But

know

this

cycle

is all in vain.

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Spring at Last !

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With the rain and the warmth of the sun,

the snow is melting,

except for in a few places here and there.


The earth now embrace’s the shelter of the sun’s warmth!

And as it rains the dullness washes away as new growth is seen.

The feeders, in my yard, recently topped-up are welcoming birds.


The house finch and Dark-eyed Junko,

the Chickadee, oftentimes too,

traverse from branch to branch.

To where the food is found,

in the bird houses and on the ground.


With the suet cage attracting the

Canadian Flicker and Red-breasted Nuthatch.

As they peck repetitively,

filling – mouthing morsels to eat.


Yes, finally the signs of spring is here!

The bud’s and flora’s to flourish with time.

Nature’s Cursive

BY COLLY

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Color my world

with florals.

With all the joy they bring.

Color my world

with florals.

So it may feel like spring.


Color my world

with florals.

In autumn’s brilliant wold.

Color my world

with florals.

As nature understood…


Landscape your love

in my heart.

Spring, summer, autumn, winter.

Tell me a-gain we will

never part.

Such breath as thine,

ti’s divine.

St. Patrick’s Day

BY COLLY

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Green as the grasses that bid winter adieu,

Clover blooms in fields are flourishing too.


A three leafed emblem reminds of His love.

Saint Patrick’s spoke of this threesome one.


At this time of year the fields they’re ablaze.

As we ponder His truth’s found on this day.


Oh – how is it now that you would be blue?

The fields will remind that His love is true.

 




 

Meadow Trefoile, the Irish do boast in thee.

How is it that they only keep in thy homes?


While here in the dell many speak on these.

Flourishing, blooming, a spring-time invite.


Shamrock motif’s as such these green leaves.

That offer renewal with spring’s valiant flair.


Light as the clover and green as day streams.

Wisping a handful is airy as breath – sunlight.

Adding from one to ten, in the country

BY COLLY

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I see a frog,

He hops on a log.

His eyes are big.

His skin is clammy.

You sir look like my green pajamas.

Can I take you in – into my house?

But mom say’s you like to hide and play outside.

I am happy I spotted you today!

Now, you should be on your way.

RIB-BIT RIB-BIT, CROAK say’s the frog.


I saw a frog.  Just one – no more.

One frog, he, hopped on my lawn.

This frog has a home near the pond.

Rib-bit Rib-bit Rib-bit Rib-bit

See you next time you decide to visit!


 

I see a bear.

A brown bear with a black nose.

He has five claws on each of his, front, paw’s.

Five plus five equals ten.


ONE TWO THREE – FOUR AND FIVE

SIX SEVEN EIGHT – NINE AND TEN


Ten claws mark a tree trunk.

The bear leans on the tree to scratch his back.

He climbs the tree to chase a bee.

The bee disappears into a hive.

Then out comes more bees. More bees buzz

circle around the bear’s eyes and head.

The bear reaches, swipes the hive.

The cone shaped home drops to the ground.

Whir – whir more bees escape…

BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ, BUZZ AND BUZZ

That bear sees bees are no fun. The bear runs away.

To his home in a cave.


 

I see a cat.

She is furry and fat.

She lays on a purple mat.

The yellow sun warms her back.

A cat has five toes on each front paw.


ONE TWO THREE – FOUR AND FIVE

SIX SEVEN EIGHT – NINE AND TEN


 

Her kittens play in the straw and the hay.

They chase ONE  TWO  THREE  FOUR  FIVE

mice out from the open shed.

Now look where they go.

They scurry through the long, cool, grass.


 

I see a bird.

And in a nest tiny birds chirp.

Five little birds sing sing sing.

Mother bird – blue bird

she feeds her hatchlings.

Five little birds eat two squiggly worms.


ONE AND TWO

THREE AND FOUR

FIVE AND SIX

SEVEN AND EIGHT

NINE AND TEN


That makes,

TWO FOUR SIX EIGHT TEN


 

I see a train.

Go clickety clack down the lane.

It passes my house.

The conductor with a red hat and overall’s wave’s.

Toot toot goes his horn.

I see five orange box cars full of grain.

And two black, round, tank cars too.

Inside those barrels is oil or gas.

One cattle car rattles by. I see cows inside.


AS the train goes CLICKETY CLACK down the track

it stops near the sea.

A big ship has sea-containers.

They are loaded onto the train.

One sea-container has fish inside.

I see those fish go SWISH – SWISH.

One sea-container is full of teddy bears!

Sea-containers will hold anything.


CLICKETY CLACK

CLICKETY CLACK

CLICKETY CLACK

TOOT TOOT


Now you can add from one to ten.

With these country friends!

Adverse Descend – haiku

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Even your own words, if prompting negativity, can consume you.

Even your own thoughts, if twined recklessly, can mar your soul.

Even your own steps, if taken without contemplation, can divide.

Even your own body, if fallen in quicksand, can steal your breath.

Even your own heart, if in failing to give, denies love’s passage’s.